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The knife in my hand is called the Demon Knife to suppress ghosts.

This knife used to be the saber of Zheng Kexiu, the first warlock at the end of the Song Dynasty, and the legend is that it was jointly created by the two worlds of Yin and Yang, based on the materials of the Yang world and relying on the ghost text of the underworld. The blade is used as a carrier for the ghost script, and the ghost script is used to stabilize the structure of the blade.

He also used the black gang of the earth to burn the moth and ghost fire for ten years to gather yin energy, and used the true fire of the sun to cooperate with the dragon wood to collect yang energy. On the day of the sword, the ghosts and gods cried at night, day and night were restless, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the wind and thunder were combined.

Of course, this is only recorded in the notes of the evil spirit, whether the demon knife is so powerful or not, it also depends on the user's ability. The more the basic ghost text on the knife body is comprehended, the stronger the ability to control this knife, if the ghost text of the underworld can be fully mastered, it is not impossible to reach the level of Zheng Kexiu at the beginning.

The demon knife is used to suppress ghosts, and the ghost text changes, whether it is right or evil, all of them are invincible. Even the fierce monk of Tianzhu, who ranked tenth on the murder list, couldn't bear my knife.

Since the name is called a town ghost, the last thing I'm afraid of is a ghost with resentment.

Fujita Chongyi has a lion nose and a wide mouth, a pair of burnt yellow rotten teeth are uneven, and his mouth is still stinky.

Don't look at people's parents, but there is no lack of demeanor at all. He sat on the deck, his waist straight, and said, here are thirty vials, and in each of them is a liquefied ghost. The two of us started eating together, and whoever ate more would win.

I said, no problem!

Takayoshi Fujita grinned, stinking. I instantly understood that Fujita Chongyi's cultivation methods should be a bit strange. The rotten teeth and fishy breath in his mouth should be caused by the perennial devouring of powerful ghosts.

This bastard is fighting me with what he is best at.

Since ancient times, ghosts can absorb the essence of living people and strengthen themselves. In the same way, living people can naturally absorb the yin qi of powerful ghosts and strengthen their own bodies.

It's just that this method of absorbing the yin qi of powerful ghosts is very evil, and similar techniques have been circulated in China, but the result is that the person absorbed too much ghost qi, resulting in confusion and turning into a killing demon. Later, he committed a major case in China, was hunted down and killed by the special case department, and finally escaped abroad and disappeared.

By the way, this person is the old man who ranks fifth on the murderer list, nicknamed the murderer.

There is a similar record in the Japanese Yin-Yang Technique, but they have an additional step, which is to liquefy the evil ghost and then absorb it. Although this looks much more elegant on the surface, the essence is no different from the domestic forbidden arts.

In the colorful bottles, the ability of the ghost is different, and the toxicity is naturally different. Fujita Chongyi bullied me into not understanding the doorway, and specially picked those who were weaker to drink. On the surface, it seems to be a fair fight, but in fact it is not fair to me at all.

I wasn't afraid of him, so I directly picked up a thumb-sized, lilac vial, unplugged the cork engraved with runes, and a black gas came out of it. I didn't even think about it, I just poured it into my mouth.

It's the first time I've eaten a yin soul, even if it's liquefied, without my sanity, it's also the spirit of a person.

This thing is extremely cold in the mouth, and another characteristic is that it is bitter, especially bitter, like poison. After I drank it, I felt so uncomfortable that I wanted to vomit, but I knew that if I vomited, I would lose.

Even if it's really poison, I'll have to drink it.

Although the demon knife town ghost was inserted on the ground, the four basic ghost texts on it were quietly scattered into countless small, invisible ghost texts. The ghost text was like a black filament, running down my body and then into my mouth.

In an instant, the bitter taste disappeared.

I could almost feel the joy of the demon knife suppressing ghosts, so I raised my eyebrows and opened my mouth to say, "Not bad! It tastes great! One more bottle! ”

Fujita Chongyi was still frowning and absorbing the yin qi in it, and he chose a small pale yellow bottle, which had a foul smell when he put it in his mouth. This guy grinned as if he had eaten something very hot and scaled, and he tossed and turned in his mouth.

For the Onmyoji, eating one powerful ghost is a great pleasure, and eating two can also be regarded as comfortable. It's a little difficult to eat the third one, if you eat more than four, then you will be unlucky, it is estimated that it will not take long, the ghost will rebel in the body, and when the time comes, you will die of a whimper.

Fujita Chongyi is very talented, all his skills are on the teeth, he once created a record of swallowing thirteen powerful ghosts in one breath at the Onmyoji Conference in Tokyo, and with this skill, he shocked the four and became one of the senior onmyoji.

Now when I see that eating ghosts is as simple as drinking water, I am immediately surprised.

The matter was related to an iron-wood ship, and Fujita Chongyi was also crazy, he didn't even think about it, he swallowed the pale yellow ghost directly, and almost at the same time as me, grabbed another small bottle.

The small quality he chose this time was orange, and there were some shiny spots of light in it, which looked very beautiful, but as soon as it was opened, it emitted a smell of rotting corpses.

I said to myself that this person is really heavy-tasted, and he picks up smelly things. But when he swallowed the second bottle, I grabbed a red one and poured it into my mouth.

More than thirty small bottles, different colors and different tastes. Some are extremely bitter, some are cold, some are like a fire, some are like knives in the mouth, and some are sweet and silky, similar to the taste of rock sugar pears.

The two of us chased after me, and in an instant, no one ate ten ghosts. There are filaments formed by ghosts in my mouth, and no matter how many powerful ghosts come, I can handle them easily, but when Fujita Takayoshi eats the tenth, he starts to roll his eyes.

And layers of black gas came out of his body.

Even if Fujita Chongyi was very talented, he couldn't bear it when he ate ten, his speed inevitably slowed down, and colorful blisters had begun to appear on his skin, some of which were getting bigger and bigger, and then bursting, forming a stream of thick water left from his body.

The color of the concentrated water is also divided into several kinds, and it should be the corresponding ghost he eats, and his body can't bear it.

Fujita Takayoshi's hair exploded, and he picked up the eleventh black bottle with trembling hands, but the way he looked at me was obviously wrong, because I didn't have those disgusting blisters on my body, and I didn't show anything wrong.

It's as if all I drank was bottles of boiled water.

I also grabbed the eleventh small bottle and poured it into my mouth, this bottle was sour, drinking it was like drinking a bottle of old vinegar, and my teeth were almost sour. But the ghost text on the demon knife town ghost is not ambiguous, and the sour feeling disappears with a slight numbness in the mouth.

I smiled and said, buddy, don't hold on if you can't do it, you see that your body is rotten, and it is not worth losing a life for the sake of an iron-wood ship.

At first, the people around me didn't think so, thinking that these small bottles were just pediatrics, but when they saw those colorful blisters on Fujita Chongyi's body, they couldn't help but feel creepy. It's not something that anyone can eat.

But their eyes were even more awe-inspiring when they looked at me, and there were a few people I didn't know who muttered quietly, saying, the special case department is as master as a cloud, even if there is no Colonel Di Ming and Temur, it is not something that the Onmyoji Association can deal with. This group of Japanese people is just looking for death.

Funakoshi Jiro said coldly, Fujita-kun, if you can't win, let's cut your stomach!

After Fujita heard this, his body paused slightly, and then he grabbed two small bottles like crazy, and then stuffed them into his mouth in one go.

The two small bottles, one cyan and the other yellow. The two ghosts swallowed together, and his face changed on the spot.

With his stinky mouth as the center, the cyan color spread to the left, and the yellow spread to the right, and in an instant, the head became a yin and yang person, and the color was still rapidly moving along the neck to the body, and in the end, even half of the body became blue and yellow.

Such a person is divided into two colors, and it looks very strange.

Strange to say, after he swallowed the blue and yellow bottle, his spirits were greatly lifted, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, two more powerful ghosts swallowed it. Now he seemed to be at ease, and he smiled at me.

Zhang Wuren snorted beside him and said, using ghosts to control ghosts is not a clever method.

As soon as Lao Zhang said this next to me, I knew what it meant. Because the ghosts are also graded, the green and yellow ghosts eaten by Fujita Chongyi are actually the best of the more than 30 small bottles, and he relies on these two ghosts to subdue the remaining ghosts who are swallowed.

This method belongs to the method of stimulating the last potential of the human body, because using ghosts to control ghosts is actually to let the ghosts use his body as a battlefield to suppress, and the damage caused to his physical trauma is irreparable.

This little Japan really knows how to work hard!

I was afraid of losing to him, so I opened my bow left and right, and began to pour bottles into my mouth one after another. In an instant, there were fewer and fewer ghosts on the ground, and only the last few bottles remained.

I poured the last clear bottle into my mouth, and before I could feel the taste, I hurriedly reached for the last bottle. I've roughly counted the seventeen ghosts just now, and none of us have eaten seventeen ghosts, but these bottles are singular, which means that whoever grabs the last ghost wins.

Fujita Takayoshi is faster than me, he got the last blue bottle and poured it into his mouth quickly, where can I let him pour it? At that moment, he turned his wrist, ignoring the thick water on his body, and grabbed his wrist directly.

This guy was not slow to react, and there was already a black dagger in his other hand, which cut my wrist directly, and I slammed my hand down, stretched out my index and middle fingers, and pointed them on a blister on his hand.

The blisters shattered, and a stream of black liquid spurted out, making a sneering sound of corrosion as it landed on the deck. Fujita Chongyi screamed in pain, his eyes were fierce, and the dagger in his hand was thrown directly at me.